The final volley struck like divine punishment.
Thousands of compressed bolts pierced through the cavern in intersecting lines of magenta destruction. The Troll's remaining arm vanished first, then its shoulder and finally its chest.
The bombardment swallowed everything behind it, drilling through crystal walls and reducing entire sections of stone into molten slag. A series of deafening explosions overlapped until the entire cavern wall resembled a collapsing furnace.
And lay quietly in the centre of everything, Luka collapsed face-first into the soft mud and jagged rubble.
The Wrath armour shattered apart into dissolving fragments of black-red Miasma, exposing his ruined body beneath.
Torn flesh.
Cracked ribs.
Burnt skin.
His right arm barely resembled an arm at first, before the black fragments slithered, dissolving into a murky liquid that quickly sank into the deformed limb, regenerating at least the shape of a human.
